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Yes I know he does . . . I've been been working my way thru' the older Lair threads . . . am now up to thread XXI . . . so I surely know how "Our Johnn" can heat up The Lair . . . ;-)

OMG!!! LOL with that graphic.

Well, Hope I think that is one of the things that attracted me to Johnn all those years ago. ROTFLOL!

Oh course, he would be rolling in the aisles laughing.

"I surely know how "Our Johnn" can heat up The Lair . "

Well maybe just warm it up a tad perhaps, (insert evil laugh here)

so maybe you might allow me to leave a couple here for your consideration?

Fire of the Hearts

Sweet your eyes this precious night,
your breath a fire upon my skin.
Your hands explore me like old friends so light,
touching, teasing me to new heights again.

We burn in a single flame that welds us as one,
our breaths like bellows to the forge, rasp with our heat.
Your nails leave tracks of passion on my back, and they do run,
but I feel them not in this moment so shattering sweet.

Gasping on the edge of obliteration, we embrace,
and hold this second's span as long as we can.
To fall in tumbling collapse upon the sheets, to end the race,
and find the peace of satisfaction so previously ban.

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Rapture of the Senses

My lover’s eyes sparkle with their fire,
and I wish in it again to burn awhile.
Those soft sweet lips of which I never tire,
touch every nerve and subject me to their trial.

Like a pair of temple dancers entwined,
sliding across the stage of my skin,
Two hands touch me without limit of any kind,
and so their dance sets fire to me within.

Their breath scorches me with their soft inner fire,
and leaves me shuddering from the joy that I find.
Whispers pleading and promising that which we desire,
as we burn together, bodies, souls, and minds.

Minds enraptured, bodies entwined, and souls as one,
breaths in time to a galactic pulse measuring our time.
The race of enjoined hearts by us both is won,
as both surrender to passion’s final mime.